Many of us cherish our pets, our friends and our family. Even when we have views that differ, we still come together to support each other during hard times.
Today I would like to extend my sincerest sympathies towards a kind, helpful, insightful lady who is like a mentor to me, Haley Whitehall. I only met and petted her British Bombay a couple of times, but I grew fond of him. Please keep Tom, her cat and family member, in your prayers. May he find tranquility in heaven. Although we don't have time to talk over the phone or email back and forth, my thoughts always come back to her well being and her hardships; the ones I do know about.
Many times during our lives, if we are lucky, we have a chance to say goodbye to a person, animal or plant we developed deep bonds with. It never gets easier to say adieu. The very first pet I had the pleasure of watching grow into a cunning, smart, and yes, even a smart ass, was Frisky. He was a beautiful Orange Tabby. When he went out to play on the hill behind 6870 Olalla Canyon Road near Cashmere Washington, he'd climb the various Pine trees. From the yard I could watch him stalk his prey. He'd glide across the ground, tighten his sinewy muscles and pounce. In an instant his claws would pierce a wing while his jaws clasped onto the main body. He always wanted to show off his victims so he'd bring them down the hill and put it where I could see it. You know when you pet a cat on his/her stomach and you decide to go too fast? Yowch! Frisky dug his claws into my hand. I'd stop my hand and tell him sorry. He wouldn't let go until I told him to:) He was my first feline companion and my first pet. I do miss him.
At various times during our lives, either we hurt ourselves, our friends and even our family. It may be when we believe it a case of hard love. Let's say, for example, a family member gets into brawls at bars. S/he is arrested, thrown into jail and bail is set at $500. We don't want s/he to sit behind bars, so we scrounge up the money and pay the bail. S/he sobers up, apologizes and promises it will not happen again. After a month, guess what! Another brawl and $500 dollars bail. We decide to let him/her to sit in jail and contemplate the error of his/her ways. Upon being released we drive him/her home. S/he points fingers and complains about not being taken out of jail. S/he beats on the vehicle and releases their anger.
Bottom line, money isn't necessarily evil, it just brings out both the good and evil of people.
To those of us who live on past our loved ones who pass on, let's continue to cherish their memories and let our love for life keep us vigilant against those who would bring danger into the midst of our children's lives.
Today I would like to extend my sincerest sympathies towards a kind, helpful, insightful lady who is like a mentor to me, Haley Whitehall. I only met and petted her British Bombay a couple of times, but I grew fond of him. Please keep Tom, her cat and family member, in your prayers. May he find tranquility in heaven. Although we don't have time to talk over the phone or email back and forth, my thoughts always come back to her well being and her hardships; the ones I do know about.
Many times during our lives, if we are lucky, we have a chance to say goodbye to a person, animal or plant we developed deep bonds with. It never gets easier to say adieu. The very first pet I had the pleasure of watching grow into a cunning, smart, and yes, even a smart ass, was Frisky. He was a beautiful Orange Tabby. When he went out to play on the hill behind 6870 Olalla Canyon Road near Cashmere Washington, he'd climb the various Pine trees. From the yard I could watch him stalk his prey. He'd glide across the ground, tighten his sinewy muscles and pounce. In an instant his claws would pierce a wing while his jaws clasped onto the main body. He always wanted to show off his victims so he'd bring them down the hill and put it where I could see it. You know when you pet a cat on his/her stomach and you decide to go too fast? Yowch! Frisky dug his claws into my hand. I'd stop my hand and tell him sorry. He wouldn't let go until I told him to:) He was my first feline companion and my first pet. I do miss him.
At various times during our lives, either we hurt ourselves, our friends and even our family. It may be when we believe it a case of hard love. Let's say, for example, a family member gets into brawls at bars. S/he is arrested, thrown into jail and bail is set at $500. We don't want s/he to sit behind bars, so we scrounge up the money and pay the bail. S/he sobers up, apologizes and promises it will not happen again. After a month, guess what! Another brawl and $500 dollars bail. We decide to let him/her to sit in jail and contemplate the error of his/her ways. Upon being released we drive him/her home. S/he points fingers and complains about not being taken out of jail. S/he beats on the vehicle and releases their anger.
Bottom line, money isn't necessarily evil, it just brings out both the good and evil of people.
To those of us who live on past our loved ones who pass on, let's continue to cherish their memories and let our love for life keep us vigilant against those who would bring danger into the midst of our children's lives.